We left Cathy alone in the garden. Clearly, neither of us saw her at peace very often.
As Theo pulled me into his room to play with toy soldiers, I could no longer ignore the question that has been scratching my brain raw.
He had to be my son. As our little soldiers fought on the wooden floor, I glanced up at him with a somber smile. I wondered if he sensed it too.
“Hey…Theo,” I tentatively said, his name unfamiliar but sweet in my mouth, “would you like to learn some fighting skills?”
Theo was very young, and I doubted he was interested in hand to hand combat over playing games or with toys, but I still wanted to see how he’d react. I was his age when I began training with my father’s general. And I did promise him that I’d teach him someday.
“Yes!” he yelled, flying off the flo
